Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but here's something to hopefully saté(Or restart) your eagerness for this fic.
The room was dark when Simon awoke. He stumbled around the, seemingly empty, room until he was quickly greeted by a voice.
"You've met her haven't you. She said she'd play with me, but she doesn't play nice anymore."
It was the voice of a child. Her words were soft and sweet, yet sadness lurked in them. Simon tried to look in her direction, a light lit upon a raised platform. Her small form was huddled in on itself, face looking downwards. Long golden locks spilled past her shoulders and covered the floor behind her. Simon leaned down, trying to get a good look at her face. There was, something wrong about her. He couldn't tell at first, but when she finally lifted her head. He understood perfectly.
"She steals from me. You never knew, did you. It kept hurting until you finally collapsed and now everyone's worried about you. She doesn't care anymore because I said I wouldn't play with her anymore. Now she's taking pieces of me and tearing you up."
An eye that looked as if it were made of glass. A ruby placed into it for the pupil and the middle was carved out. On her delicate face was only one. The more Simon stopped to look at her features, the more he realized what was wrong. Other than a missing eye, her left leg stopped at the knee like a doll joint and on the other, all but her pinky toe was missing. She was seemingly crafted like a human doll, but all the same there were pieces that were missing from the incompleted work of what would be art. Her right arm was completely gone and her left was starting to miss a few fingers.
Though this disturbed Simon, he couldn't help but dwell on the words she spoke.
"What do you mean? I... You mean I'm dying?"
The girl nodded, "If I'm not here to protect you then the magic she's been suckling will destroy you."
Simon furrowed his brow, "What do you mean? Who is 'She'? Do you mean that girl... The girl who was pretending to be Marceline?"
She nodded once again, but before she could continue Simon continued.
"You. Who are you?"
The girl sat in silence. Sadness was starting to cloud her eyes as tears threatened her glass eye.
"If I told you then you wouldn't like me anymore," she whispered, her gold tears streaming down her face.
Simon was surprised by the sudden outburst. Quickly walking to comfort the girl. He kneeled down to her level and wiped her tears away.
"Hey now. It's okay, I'm not going to be mad or anything. What's so bad that it would make me hate you?"
She rubbed her still usable hand across her face, taking a few moments before answering.
"Because I'm the one who made you into the Ice King. I'm the Crown of Azure."
